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Hey and also…AU? No way guys, this is 100% canon. It happened. I can think of literally no other reasonable explanation for this show.


Jane Rizzoli didn't talk to anyone about sex all that much. It wasn't really the lapsed Catholic thing as much as it was a tomboy thing; her friends were all guys, and guys just didn't talk about sex. Brag, fabricate and fantasise out loud perhaps, but never talk. Real sex was private, hinted about in jokes or sulked about over a beer, but never explicitly discussed, and that suited Jane just fine. She'd throw in a requisite "you guys are all disgusting pigs," once in a while just for the sake of form, but for the most part, she was one of the guys and their way was comfortable to her. The odd occasion when she did hang out with other women hardly transformed her into Ms. Carrie Bradshaw either. Men were just people when it came down to it, so squealing about penis size and bitching about brief performances just seemed catty to Jane and kind of missing the point. But even though she'd never bragged about them in the Dirty Robber or memorised Cosmo's Top Nine-Hundred and Seventy-One Sexual Positions, it didn't mean that she didn't know a lot about orgasms. Or so she'd always thought.

She'd had her first one when she was twelve, alone, and entirely by accident. Afterwards there had been guilt and confusion, followed by an instant commitment to seek the feeling out again wherever possible. The first time she'd had one with another person present was at age fifteen, in between the emptied wine bottles rolling around on the floor of Christina Jones' messy bedroom, fully dressed with just her jeans upzipped. A year later when the whispered smirks in the corridors finally became unbearable, she started dating Casey instead. The official line was that she'd given him her virginity, a gift of such obvious value to him that Jane couldn't bear to inform him that his younger sister had actually beaten him there first. He was an attractive, caring kind of guy, and when she eventually got over all the guilt, the sex improved too (although orgasms proved elusive - possibly due to Christina's habit of spit-sobbing at the mere sight of Jane for the next four months at least.) When she eventually convinced herself it wasn't really cheating on Casey with Rosa Farrugia at Jason Morgan's finals party, she'd experienced another first - the thrill of the illicit orgasm - and after graduation the variety of her experiences only grew.

She'd had exciting, unexpected, heat-of-the-moment orgasms, casual just-because-we-can orgasms, deeply-in-love orgasms, frustrating hardly-worth-all-the-effort orgasms, angry hate-sex orgasms, and toe-curling, mind-blowing orgasms, all of them interesting at worst, and incredibly pleasurable at best. She'd had what she considered her fair share of them over the last two decades leaving her pretty confident she knew what they were all about. And okay, fine: things had been a little overly routine of late, and yeah, definitely, she'd hoped that this brief foray back into the world of girl-on-girl action with Maura might bring a little welcome thrill to her current humdrum existence. What she hadn't expected was to be obliterated.

In the moment that Jane's climax finally hit her, she inhabited her body so completely that she entirely ceased to exist in any other form at all. Jane the person - the detective, the trauma survivor, the workaholic, the oldest child, the intimacy avoider - all were wiped from the face of the earth like they'd never existed and she was nothing, not human, not animal, no more than burning skin, trembling limbs and electricity exploding throughout every part of her body. Later she wondered if she'd momentarily lost consciousness; she felt as if an age had passed between her recollection of slamming her hips greedily against Maura as her pleasure skyrocketed and the moment she came back to herself, unable to recall when she'd last drawn breath. The first sensation that had even passingly resembled a thought felt less like a cognitive process and more like an awakening. A gateway had opened somewhere, and through a tiny gap she'd glimpsed something with utter clarity, something pure and unadulterated that she could reach for if she wanted to, something she'd thought she'd lost forever. Happiness. Her eyes flew open and she found herself crashing back into her shuddering body, every inch of her painfully alive. Hand in hand with the sensation was the twin memory of the only other time in her life she'd been so adamantly condensed down into nothing more than trembling flesh and blood. Her first properly conscious thought as she collapsed down into the heated curve of Maura's shoulder formed itself clearly: Take that, Hoyt.

For a long while afterward all Jane could manage to do was breathe. With every inhalation she drew in the scent of the other woman - her perfume and clean hair, her sweat and arousal - while with every exhalation she was aware of the movement of another, more delicate ribcage pressed up against her own. For the first time in a long time, Jane felt entirely at peace and she stayed as still as she could for as long as she could, not wanting the fragile feeling to disappear. Finally, there was a slight shift beneath her and Jane raised her body back up on her elbows, willing herself to meet Maura's eyes.

Maura's eyes were closed in fact, but flickered open as she felt Jane stare down at her. Her hair was a tangled mess and there were traces of her lipstick smudged everywhere but her mouth. She looked utterly blissful. Jane started to laugh. "You're uh, looking a little disorganised there, Maura," she traced a sweaty tendril of caramel coloured hair back behind her ear. Maura only smiled tranquilly, her eyes falling closed again and an entirely too belated thought struck her. Fucking hell, Jane..

"Did you, uh -"

"Twice, Jane."

"Oh. That's…good," Jane dimly recalled Maura crying out as their hips raced and fought against each other, before the blaze had started up behind her eyes and taken her over entirely. A mild snort escaped the other woman.

"Well, it was a bonus for me anyway, thank you Jane." Jane rolled her hips slightly, turning Maura's teasing tone into a sharp gasp at the insistent nudge of the toy inside her. Their eyes locked in challenge and for a second Jane considered angling for number three, just to make it up to her, but the tremble in her muscles forced her to realise the futility of that plan. Instead she leaned in and kissed Maura gently while she slowly pulled her hips back, sliding out from inside her body. The sensation drew a small groan from Maura, and her nails dug momentarily into Jane's back. Jane's fingers were clumsy against the straps, but she managed to get disentangled, her body freed to collapse onto her side on the couch, pulling Maura in close against her, one hand running admiringly down the curves of her deliciously naked body. They stayed that way for a while, until the coolness of the night air finally caught up with them and Maura shivered.

"Jane, come to bed," her voice was almost a whisper. As much as she didn't want it to, Jane's body stiffened.

"Maura…I don't think-"

"I'm not asking you to stay the night, Jane," Maura's tone was matter of fact. "It's cold, that's all, and I'm not quite…finished with you yet."


It was cold, but her shiver upon sliding between Maura's perfectly crisp, million dollar sheets was nothing compared to the shiver Maura caused her, pressing her warm naked body against her skin. Her lips brushed Jane's earlobe. "I want to give you back everything you just gave me," she whispered, and Jane's breath caught in her throat.

"Why does that feel like a threat?" she murmured a little tensely, unsure if this was something she wanted to happen or not. She had the strange desire to have her cock back again, just for the comforting sense of protective power it gave her.

Maura ignored her, her hot mouth opening instead on her earlobe, and then on her throat, her softly probing tongue circling and flicking against her sensitive skin, making sure Jane was sharply aware of the immense potential for her own pleasure Maura's sensual mouth held for her. It worked; the more Maura slowed and teased her on her descent, the more anxious Jane became for her to move further down her body, until her hips were bucking in little impatient thrusts, while Maura had only made her way to just below her collarbones, kissing and licking at her breasts. When she began to suck at Jane's nipples, first softly and then painfully, Jane was panting with the effort not to do what Maura clearly intended her to, which was to break down and beg. Unbeknownst to her, Maura had picked entirely the wrong opponent for this game; Jane could be astonishingly stubborn. It was both her best and worst feature. There, that was something true about myself, that wasn't about being a cop, she discovered. I should have warned her about that when we were trading facts about ourselves and then we wouldn't be in this stalemate now. Jane wasn't just stubborn in fact, she was completely bull-headed and obstinate when she'd put her mind to something. She was perversely bloody-minded, a headstrong, uncompromising possessor of a rigid iron will and -

"Please-" Wait, what? She felt Maura smile against her skin, and her head moved obligingly lower, before proving herself perfectly satisfied with exploring Jane's abs with her teeth and tongue, possibly for days if she felt like it. Jane gritted her teeth, in tortured misery. Even with her mouth tightly shut her body seemed to be begging eloquently enough for the both of them, her hips pressing up frantically, while Maura held herself just out of reach, denying her any contact except that which she chose to give her. Still it wasn't enough for Maura; she wanted to hear her say it. Jane groaned.

"Please, Maura! I need you." This, I need THIS, what the hell, Jane? A small satisfied sound hummed from Maura's throat and she took her victorious prize, sliding her tongue straight down into Jane's desperate ache. Jane's hips arched up in pained pleasure, her face flushing hot as she realised she'd just ruined Maura's sheets with her need. She was so turned on, she could have come at any second, only Maura slowed her movements again, allowing her to teeter on the brink and then drawing her back again. The little flicks and swirls of her tongue were so tenderly precise it was like she'd known Jane's body for years instead of hours. She knew it was just an illusion born of the heat of the moment but the feeling of being the focus of someone's total devotion had been completely absent in her life for so long that tears stung at her eyes. She'd always been a little insular, but since Hoyt she'd resisted strongly even a hint of real closeness with anyone around her. The feeling being tugged out of her now was completely unprecedented. She blinked furiously, but Maura chose that moment to allow her release, drawing it out of her in one long gasping sob and Jane's body convulsed as the sound escaped her throat.

Maura slipped immediately back up her body and encircled her waist with one surprisingly strong slender arm. She was careful to nestle her face firmly into the crook of Jane's neck instead of looking at her directly, but Jane knew her escaping tears were leaking from her face onto Maura's despite her tactful stillness. She coughed, and tried to mask the moment gruffly.

"Sorry. I'm not usually a sex-crier, you're just unbelievably good at that. What'd you do, take a class?" Maura seemed to freeze at her side, but after her sharp inhalation at Jane's jest, she slowly shifted, and ran one hand gently down Jane's bare arm.

"Are you alright, Jane?" her fingers continued down over the detective's wrist. "Is it…something to do with these?" without warning she ran her thumb over the angry purple scar in the centre of Jane's palm. Jane jerked away as though she'd been punched in the face, snatching back her hand and sitting upright in the bed. Maura had been so politely oblivious that Jane had kidded herself that she hadn't noticed the marks. Realising that of course she had, but that she'd known enough to act like she hadn't made Jane feel not just marked but mutilated. Her hands were practically ruined after all, and Jane couldn't even pull off a one night stand without inspiring sympathy. Maura sat up too, her face oddly pale.

"Jane, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine," Jane avoided her eyes. "Workplace accident," she used the usual euphemism she'd worked out early on to stamp out curiosity. Maura frowned, opening her mouth and then closing it again, biting her lip. Jane's shoulders remained tense, wanting to extricate herself out of the situation, wanting to wipe the last few minutes of the night from history, wanting Charles Hoyt to get the fuck out the bedroom. "Makes me jumpy when people touch them that's all," she concluded. Sensing Maura was about to apologise again, she slid back down in the bed, tugging Maura with her and into her arms. She wanted to erase the uneasy expression from Maura's face, rid herself of her own vulnerability and reverse the track the evening had suddenly slammed down because it was making her feel sick. "Come here," she pulled Maura closer and gently rolled her, so she was lying on her back and Jane was on top.

"Jane-"

"It's okay," she murmured, kissing her softly, ignoring her slightly rigid posture. Maura's lips remained still under hers, and Jane kissed her harder until she yielded and allowed Jane's insistent tongue entrance. Her reticence goaded Jane slightly, increasing her adamance that Maura would end the night with no false ideas about Jane's fragility whatsoever. With a growl she pinned Maura's left hand and then her right above her head, holding both her wrists easily single-handed, leaving the other free to snake down under Maura's back and pull her hips in firmly against her own. Maura let out a choked cry and as her mouth fell open, Jane used the chance to kiss her deeply, invading her mouth aggressively until Maura fought back with her own tongue, her arms straining against Jane's firm hold on her. Jane kept her pinned, bending her neck to nip and suck on her throat and then her breasts, only letting her go when she needed both hands to grip onto Maura's hips instead. While in the past she'd only ever been on the receiving end of this particular act between women, Jane's urge to go down on Maura that very second, was as strong as it was sudden. Without a moment's pause to angst about the ramifications of this new-found desire on her perception of her sexuality, she was pushing down between Maura's thighs and giddily inhaling her scent as she hungrily pressed her face up into the slippery heat she found there.

She was dimly aware of Maura's shocked cries as she pressed her tongue against her and stroked slowly upwards, savouring the taste and sensation. Oh my god… Jane wanted so much more. She slid her hand up Maura's thigh and pushed her fingers inside her, swirling her tongue and seeking out the spot that made the other woman gasp each time she hit it. When Maura's hands eventually tangled painfully in her hair and she pushed herself down on her face, choking out a strangled "Oh, god, Jane!" and squeezing tightly around her fingers, she knew with perfect clarity that she would never forget this woman as long as she lived. She stayed where she was for a long moment, her tongue softly stroking her down from her orgasm until Maura finally had to cry "Jane, stop!" as her newly sensitive flesh ached under her attention.

Exultant, Jane kissed her way back up Maura's body, her gleeful grin surprisingly infectious until Maura dropped her hand over her eyes and laughed. Jane scooped her in close and smirked down at her handiwork. Maura looked wonderfully ravished. All things Hoyt carefully locked back in their box, she collapsed with a happy sigh, dropping a kiss on the top of Maura's head and closing her eyes. Maura let her head fall onto Jane's shoulder, and after kissing her hair one last time, Jane spoke up.

"It's late, Maura. I should go."

"Okay," Maura agreed. "I have an early start too. But, Jane...I feel so good right now," she smiled up at her, her expression soft and open. "Would you stay holding me, just a little bit longer? Please?" Jane found herself nodding, against her better judgement. Maura did feel amazing in her arms, so warm and silky and pliable. She looked amazing too, even more stunning than she had when the evening had started. Flushed skin, sex hair, swollen lips and heavy eyelids definitely suited her. She's so fucking beautiful…maybe even the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. With thoughts like that threatening to take seed in her brain, Jane knew she had to go sooner rather than later. It had been a strange and amazing night. The whole thing felt surreal, like a momentary holiday to another planet, where she wasn't Jane Rizzoli at all, but someone far more secure and confident, open and alive. Maura had brought it out of her, but the spell would only last so long. In the morning, it was back to the real world, and that fact alone saved her from her night's accumulated vulnerabilities. The memory of this night would sustain her for a long, long time. She couldn't ruin it by trying to make it into something it could never be. So she'd get up in a few minutes, and stagger back out into her life. Maura's bed was just so very comfortable, and she was so wonderfully worn out…


"Jane!" the voice roused her with a start. She groaned and pressed her face back into the warm chest she'd been nestled into. "Jane, it's five a.m!" Jane's eyes flew open and she tilted her head back to see Maura's alarmed face. "I have to be at work in just over two hours! You have to go."

Jane rolled onto her back, rubbing her eyes at the rude awakening. "Okay," she husked. Her heart was hammering, partly from the suddenness of being jerked from her sleep, but also because this was it. Time to go. Goodbye to Maura. It was fine, it was good, it was right, but that didn't stop her arm from jerking out and grabbing Maura's waist and pulling her on top of her for one last thorough kiss.

Maura flinched in surprise, but she kissed her back. "No stalling," she reprimanded her, kissing her swiftly and pulling away; Jane felt unreasonably bruised by her business-like manner. She pulled her back again, and Maura squeaked as Jane's thigh landed clumsily between her own. Their eyes met, as Jane deliberately pressed up harder against Maura's still wet centre and her hands dropped to her hips.

"I guess this is goodbye then," she stated lightly, softly rocking against her. Maura swallowed hard.

"I suppose it is," she didn't move and Jane bucked her gently, causing her head to fall back slightly. Jane's eyes widened, partly at the wonderful view above her, and partly at Maura's slight shift to accommodate her, bringing her own thigh insistingly into contact with Jane's simultaneously increasing arousal. Suddenly she was very awake.

"So… …goodbye, Maura," she couldn't help her slight smile as she sped up the rhythm, lifting her hips and thrusting their bodies closer. Maura arched her back into her touch and thrust back.

"Goodbye…Jane…" her voice was breathless, her hips rocking harder against Jane's thigh. "God, this is so irresponsible," she reproached, even as Jane's hands crept up her body to pinch gently at her nipples, drawing out a groan. "I'm going to have such trouble concentrating today - ohhh - when all I'm going to be able to think about - uhh - is - uh - you - mmmpf-" Maura broke off her complaint as her thighs began to tremble and she raced efficiently to her finish. The sight of Maura, naked and arching backward, crumpling in pleasure quickly threw Jane over the edge as well, and they clung to each other gasping for all of thirty seconds, before Maura leaned in, kissed her softly and pointed her finger towards the door.

"Get out," she ordered, her mouth quirking. Jane bit the outstretched finger, shoved Maura off of her and flounced from the bedroom, hopping around the living room and searching out her discarded clothing. By the time she was fully dressed, Maura arrived from the bedroom, clasping a bed sheet around her body.

"As hot as you look right now, you may want to rethink your outfit if this is your first day on the job," Jane advised her. Maura just shook her head and opened her front door, waiting. Jane winced and finished tying her boots, then made as if to walk past Maura into the pre-dawn light.

"Jane," Maura took a step outside onto the street, and Jane stopped and turned back as if surprised to still see her. "Can I have a kiss goodbye please?" Jane stepped in close and obliged her, surprised to realise her hands were trembling a little, disguising the fact by pulling Maura against her by her hips. The briskness had slipped from Maura's face and she murmured quietly, "I'm never going to see you again, am I Jane?" Jane jolted at the bareness of her words, her first urge being stupidly to reassure her, kiss away the sadness from her eyes and say, I'll meet you for a drink after work tonight and you can tell me all about your first day. We'll come back here and do it all over again, and then…

"No," she admitted softly. "Believe me, Maura, it's better this way." Maura didn't even try and argue with her.

"Okay," she agreed simply. "Then just go already, would you?" the teasing briskness returned, leaving no trace of the vulnerability Jane had thought she'd glimpsed. She kissed her one last time, ignoring the tightness in her chest.

"Good luck today," she smiled at the sheet-clad woman, before stepping away onto the street. The first rays of of golden light were starting to blaze through the buildings behind her, the light glowing on Maura's skin, little gold flecks appearing in her eyes. Jane felt the image engrave itself on her heart.

"Goodbye, Jane."

"Goodbye, Maura." Jane turned and walked away forever.